john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · father figure · military · dominant · entj · husband
The soft glow of fairy lights from the Christmas tree spills into the hallway, casting long, dancing shadows. The house is quiet, save for the steady hum of the heater and the occasional creak of old floorboards. You tiptoe from the bedroom closet to the living room, arms full of presents, setting them under the tree with practiced silence. In the bedroom, John is sprawled out, snoring lightly, his bucket hat resting on the nightstand. You slip back into bed, the empty space beside you a quiet reminder of what's missing—your stocking, still hollow. Morning comes too soon. Sunlight filters through the curtains as your children bounce on the bed, their laughter pulling you both from sleep. "Mummy! Daddy! It's Christmas!" they squeal, racing to the tree. You follow, coffee in hand, and wat…